"Fuck." Chen scolded. He really felt like something big had happened. How could he encounter such a thing, it was very unfair to him. Why would such a thing be him.

Look at the red stick in your hand. He wanted to eat it in one bite. Unfortunately, it didn't work, he was already standing in the ranks of the death squads. What the fuck is this death squad, this is the death squad.

"Come, come, come. Brethren of the death squad, raise the bowl. Let us drink this wine, let's go to the front line, and life and death will be in this bowl of wine. A stout man shouted. This is their head, and whether they can survive or not really depends on their own fate.

Wine is bitter. No one thinks alcohol is a good thing. They're going to be desperate. Can you come back alive. It's really something else. That's the case anyway. As for the other practices, they really don't know what to do.

Chen Da took a knife and a thickened shield and left here. There's no chance of coming back.

Inside Yang Village. Uncle Yang is inspecting various positions, he is the militia captain of Yang Village, don't look at his age in his fifties, but he is also a good hand at wielding knives and guns. Uncle Yang fled back from the official army. A deserter, so to speak. In these years, there is no good way out of being a soldier, Uncle Yang is a conscientious person, he is not willing to kill people at will, the official army kills the Yellow Turban Army, and the half-grown children do not bypass. Those who are mad and crazy cut off their heads, cut them crazy. The kind of half-grown child who has to cut off his head is really not something that people do.

So, Uncle Yang fled back. Unexpectedly, after coming back, a lot of things happened in Yang Village, every family has their own land, and they can get grain by depositing the land in the bank, which is more cost-effective than growing their own food. And men and women can go to Lijiazhuang to work, and the wages given are very cost-effective, and they can take care of the meal at noon, and they do it well, with wine and meat. When will this kind of thing be found, this is something that is not at all. The people of Yang Village all went to work. There are also militiamen in the village, which are the armed forces to defend Yang Village, and they have also formed a joint protection with several villages. Defending his village, in such a situation, Uncle Yang was invited to join the militia and serve as the militia captain because he knew some military things. Uncle Yang actually has a great impression of the Red Turban Army, because this army does not kill prisoners of war at will. Uncle Yang has been to the field hospital, and there are still many prisoners of war from the officers and soldiers over there, they have been properly treated, and many incurable wounds can be treated, and those who unfortunately passed away. It will also be recorded and properly buried. When did the officers and soldiers do such a thing. On the battlefield, if you die, you can't find the body at all, and many people can only pay tribute at will. A large number of corpses will be randomly found in a large pit to be landfilled. If there is none, it will be burned or thrown into the river. In short, this kind of thing is quite a lot.

Maybe I've seen too many deaths. Numb. And seeing an army with so much respect for the deceased, Uncle Yang was moved. He felt that such an army was a real army with a human touch. If you join such an army, you will not lose.

"Young. Keep your guard and don't dare to fall asleep secretly? You know? Uncle Yang came to a position and said.

"Uncle, I won't sleep." Old novels to. A child in his village was just sixteen years old. The hair has not grown together. The new army of West Park came too quickly. Fortunately, they reacted quickly, but unfortunately, in the village, half of the children came to serve as soldiers. The Red Turban Army will never allow such a thing to happen, these children can't stop it at all, and in the team, there are more than a third of such half-grown children here. Uncle Yang felt that it would be better to arrange for them to leave here as soon as possible. He was a little guilty.

"Uncle, uncle." At this moment, a half-grown child came running in a hurry.

"What's the matter? Take your time. Uncle Yang said. He lifted the arquebus over his shoulder. This arquebus is a treasure to Uncle Yang, he has never encountered such a weapon, and the first time he came into contact with such a weapon, he liked it. It's even more precious than a daughter-in-law.

"Uncle, I feel that something is wrong, I feel like someone is over there. But I just don't know what's going on. A half-year-old child reported.

"Let's go. Go over and take a look. With that, the old man put down the musket on his shoulder, and then loaded the bullet and passed carefully. He also felt that something was wrong. Maybe it's the feeling of being on the battlefield, or maybe it's going through too much. So, a lot of things have become different.

Soon, Uncle Yang arrived at the place, then carefully lit the fire rope and put his finger on the trigger.

"People over there, I see you. Jump slowly, or I'll shoot. Uncle Yang felt that there was someone over there, and he didn't want to kill the other party, after all, no one knew what kind of situation would happen over there.

"Don't shoot, we're from over there, we're here to surrender, we don't want to fight." A voice whispered.

"We were ordered to come and attack, we don't want to fight. It's no fun to fight, the lives of the brothers matter, this is our weapon, don't fight. As he spoke, he threw some weapons, knives, shields, and some armor. Obviously I don't want to fight.

"Take your time. You'd better not play tricks. Otherwise, we'll shoot. Uncle Yang shouted loudly.

"No, we don't play tricks, we surrender. We surrender. As he spoke, a dark figure leaned over and jumped into the trench. Then a few others jumped in. They all felt their hands.

"Tie them up. It's all tricks and tied up, and there's no way to do it. "Uncle Yang was afraid that they would cheat, so he had no choice but to do so. He kept his gun on them, his finger on the trigger.

"Why are you here?" Uncle Yang asked a few people.

"A few of us have drawn the Death Squad lottery. This battle. I can't fight. The brethren were afraid. So I came here. Chen Da replied. He had wanted to do this for a long time. Just didn't stand a chance. This time the death squad is certain to die, and there are not a few people who have the same idea as him, because the soldiers of the New Army in Xiyuan see that their fate is already difficult to grasp in their hands. So, they chose such a path that may seem like a difficult one, but they didn't care. As long as they can save their own lives, who cares about this.

"You're a death squad? How many people came? "Uncle Yang knows that the situation is a bit special, but he must figure out the situation.

"Fifty people, we slipped halfway through. Just a few of us, we don't know about the rest. Chen Da said.

"Hold on." Uncle Yang ordered. With that, a few of them were escorted away. Then Uncle Yang immediately gathered the team. It's urgent.

"Bang." At this moment, a sudden gunfire came. It was from there, and as soon as he heard it, he knew that the battle had begun. Without saying anything, he rushed out with the team.

"Bang. Bang. "The gunfire is getting more and more frequent. The battle became more and more intense. A night raid gradually turned into an offensive battle. The battle took place at night, which was very rare for both sides. For a while, there was a lot of gunfire, and the two sides quickly became a pot of porridge, and what happened here quickly spread to the headquarters of both sides.

Inside the headquarters of the old wood.

"There is even a battle in Yang Village at night? What's going on? Lao Mu asked Zhang Qing.

"At the moment, we don't know, but it's for sure. The fighting there was fierce. I think that it may be that the official army has launched an attack, and if we attack, the militia, it is unlikely. Zhang Qing said.

"Well, the point is, what do we do? Do you want to support them, or wait for the situation to change? Lao Mu asked.

"The location of Yang Village is very important, if the Xiyuan New Army takes the initiative to attack, it will have a great impact on us. In addition, the location of Xicun is very important, if the new army in Xiyuan is arranged in advance, this is very bad for us, this kind of thing is definitely likely to happen, in this case, we should actively respond and support, just rely on the militia of Yang Village to support, I am afraid it has exceeded their combat effectiveness. Zhang Qing said.

"Hmm. Just do as you say, since the Xiyuan New Army is attacking Yang Village, we will also attack the Xiyuan New Army on the periphery and surround them in advance. Lao Mu said.

"Transfer the 323rd Regiment to fight." Lao Mu said resolutely.

"The 323rd Regiment is using this as the backbone, and the Fourth Infantry Brigade has just been established." Zhang Qing said worriedly.

"There is no way, the current situation has reached the most critical time. There isn't that much thought about it anymore. And so it did. Lao Mu decided.

"Okay, I'll go give the order." Zhang Qing reluctantly agreed. The battle came very suddenly and quickly. He was very worried about whether the 323rd Regiment could withstand such a special situation.

The 323rd Regiment is undergoing reorganization, and they have transferred in many heroic units. No, most of them are battalion-company sized units. Their combat effectiveness is being restored, replenished with a large number of new recruits, who come from the militia. It is inevitable that the combat effectiveness will decline, and Zhang Qing feels that it is still difficult to accept that they should carry out such a combat mission.

But at present, only the 323rd Regiment can be used, and their strength is more than 2,000 people, which is the reserve on hand of Lao Mu.

Xiayang Village, the terrain here is very strange, high in the northwest and southeast, and here, there is a dirt mountain. Tushan is not big or small, but the geographical location is very important. A pipe is right down the hill. This official road leads to Xiaquyang. The other section leads to the giant deer, but many of the Yellow Turban soldiers don't know where the other section leads.

"Whew." A fifteen-year-old child inhales snot from his nose. Then the snot comes out, and then I inhale it again. After repeating it a few times, he wiped it off with his hands, and then the snot came out again. He was a Yellow Turban soldier with a yellow turban wrapped around his head, and his weapon was simple, a thin wooden stick. The stick looked a little thicker than his arm. His height also surpassed that of this half-grown child, who was only five feet, skinny, and had thin arms. Because I can't get enough to eat. Coupled with the fact that his body was in a state of development, it made his stomach even hungrier.

It's almost November. It's already cold. But the boy was dressed in thin clothes, and his belly was bulging, and all the grass was stuffed into it, so that he could be warmer.

"Whew." This child's snot never runs out. The child is cold. It felt very cold.

"Take that hill and you'll have enough to eat." A man stood on a large cart and shouted loudly. They had a gruel meal in the morning, and it was probably the last meal for them.

"Little snot, when you rush for a while, don't rush too fast, dodge, do you hear?" A middle-aged man grabbed the little snot and said.

"Uncle. I know. The little snot snorted again, sucking his snot into his nose and then coming out again. The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, this time they were going to attack the camp of the Northern Army, which was heavily defended, and it was estimated that many of them would not be able to come back. More than 20,000 people were affected by the shock, and the middle-aged man did not know what would happen in such a situation. Little Snot doesn't know his fate, he just feels cold. The snot he inhaled was cold, and he wiped it with his sleeve, which was already hard. It won't be cold that way.

The little snot is pathetic. My parents died early, and since I was born, I have only eaten a full meal, and this full meal was eaten by the Yellow Turban Army in the county, and I basically haven't eaten a full meal since then. The best thing is to be able to drink gruel. Most of the time they were hungry, even when they were the Yellow Turbans. Death may have been numb to them. Because they can't eat enough.

"The Yellow Turbans are going to fight hard." Shang Wu put down the binoculars in his hand.

"Hmm." Jia Xu took the telescope and snorted. He just looked at the situation. The main forces of the Northern Army still did not appear, especially the army of Huangfu Song, they were still behind. The scout reported that it was less than ten miles away.

"Those Yellow Turbans who are shocking are so pitiful. Did we strike out, I saw that they were all skinny. It's not a way to go on like this. Shang Wu said.

"No, if we attack, it will be very bad for us. These Yellow Turbans are very difficult to control. Jia Xu put down the binoculars and said. Shang Wu nodded. Agreed, but looking at the poor people, it would be a great loss to be killed by one. They are victims. That's human life. Not a victim. Shang Wu looked at those Yellow Turban Army and thought. It's not an army, it's just a bunch of civilians with no way out.